One of the hardest things about being a geek doctor in a hospital where most of the nurses have a rather fun combination of dialect and accent is the question that arises whenever I give an order over the phone or return a page:
“You are Doctor who?”
It’s hard to avoid saying, “Of course not! I couldn’t park a TARDIS within a three-mile radius of this place without getting ticketed!” Which would really, really confuse a lot of people. While they’re trying to work. Which is not nice. So I usually bite my tongue and say “Grasshopper” instead. Or, you know, the appropriate substitute for the situation and its relative, um, reality.
(It’s going to be even harder working overnight tonight, knowing that SERIES 6 IS STARTING WHILE I WORK!)
Looking forward to it!